Thursday, January 07, 2016

The Scented Djinn Apothecary & Thurifercorum

I find myself resisting the urge to write about non-perfumery related things here on this blog. A journal of what's going on in my life, stuff that includes perfumery but maybe not primarily. It's no one's business about those daily issues -- unless I make them your business -- and I just don't want to be that kind of blogger. I did that when I had the blog "Blogging in the Raw". I was raw vegan for two years, and back then it seemed like all raw vegans wanted to talk about was their poop. I didn't want to discuss my poop, so I struggled to find something helpful to write about, and the blog turned into a processed raw vegan review blog, and I didn't want that either, so I quit. Both the blog and the raw vegan.

I'd love to tell you about my plans for this new year, the simplifying of -- well, everything. I'm honing down and finding my 'voice' in my work. I found that I'm all over the place, as I'm sure you were aware of a long time ago, and in order to move onto the next phase, I have to include a higher level of consistency in my work. I wrote that I'm selling out in a previous post, and in a sense I am, but I'm also not. I'm trying to reach the next level of this gig's evolution. I'd love to tell  you ALL about it, but I haven't quite nailed down exactly how it's to work out. Maybe one day some of you will hit the Etsy site or the new website and it'll be a new (and permanent) incarnation of The Scented Djinn Apothecary & Thurifercorum.

Yesterday my daughter and I went on a little excursion to San Luis Obispo, downtown where all the good stuff happens, so she could use her gift cards at Sephora. I was immediately drawn to their wall of 'fume, but kept getting sidetracked by the wee one insisting on smelling every single perfume on the provided scent strips. She had a fan of reek in her chubby little fingers in no time, waving it about and telling anybody who would listen that she's a perfumer like her Grammy. I found the new to Sephora Tocca line and thought that Liliana (sp?) was a gem, but there were no roll-ons, so I got Florence instead -- it's gorgeous but just a little too gardenia~y for me. Then while standing in the check-out line, I saw a mini coffret of L'Artisan perfumes! The wee box included La Chasse Aux Papillions Eau de Toilette, Mûre Et Musc Eau de Toilette, and Timbuktu Eau de Toilette. I haven't had the opportunity to properly test drive them -- except for Timbuktu, which paired with a glass of craft pear cider made quite the woozy impression. After Sephora, it was off to Lush where the wee one had the sales people working for their wages. She had her little nose in everything, sniffing and poking, and insisted the sales people describe what was inside of each bath bomb, scrub, soap, and butter bar. She walked out with two sweet little tub fizzies, and a third one gratis, with a handwritten note from one of the sales people.


  1. You are a great Perfumist Justine Crane and one hell of a writer too.
    Keep doing everything you are doing. You should be famous.



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